I've been struggling to convey a lot of emotions recently, trying to articulate everything I feel. This is just a little something I wrote last night just before sleep because my mind wouldn't stop turning.
Here closes another vigil,
Knelt cowed before the silence.
Echochamber of requiem-
Hollow whispers clouded in solace.
Bask in the bemoaned,
Belie the façade,
Vindicate passive victims,
Pour your blood across the veil.
Tattoos like battle-scars,
Play the wicked soul his hymns.
Lounge in purgatory,
Self-crucifixion: Such tantalizing sin.
Burn the husk and bury the core,
Consume the flesh and lick the bones,
Bathe in the pallor of night…
Should it be but for the sake of Pariahs,
We'd make martyrs of us all.
Queer looks in their eyes,
Undaunted by the oncoming storm-
Though perhaps just too empty to see,
Their windows open to vacancy.
Revolution of voyeur reverie,
Dreaming vicarious fantasies-
With eyes wide open but mind tight shut.
Drowning out the void,
Lest parapraxis make weak our defences.
Shadows skulking in the periphery,
Lusting to join the flame.
Giving way to desire,
With no reciprocation-
Oft the line between sadism and masochism blurred.
Seek now no retribution,
For the shattering of another mind,
Routinely they do snare innocence,
And leave it hung out to dry,
Now just so mundane.
Crumbling walls of an existential nightmare,
Burning down with mortal coil,
Like cascading turpentine.
Naught brought but swings-and-roundabouts,
To beg another life.
Heed nothing but your own dull pulsing,
Of a heartbeats’ metronome.
There’s nothing to them any more,
Your mirror’s now but glass.
My name is Jeffrey Hepburn, and I'm a young writer, graphic design artist, and aspiring filmmaker.